Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Oman and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Juan Atkins to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.